Page 62 of Bloom: Part 1

“You only say that now because you haven’t slept with anyone else. Later you may want to explore—”

“I won’t,” he said sharply. “Logan, when I joined the MC, I made a pact with my brothers. You’re the only man who could ever make me break it. That’s how much you mean to me.”

His words weighed heavily like a responsibility months ago I wouldn’t have wanted to bear. What did it say about me that I understood? That I even craved his dedication to me? I might be a doctor who dealt with physical injuries, but I understood enough to know this sort of relationship I was embarking on with Bloom was anything but healthy.

“Stay there.”

I got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I returned and scooped him up from the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“If we’re going to do this, I want you to enjoy it.”

“Don’t people always enjoy it?”

“No. If it’s not done right, it can be painful, messy, and tough on your body.”

A little tension crept into his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. “And you know how to do it right?”

“I do.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to do.”

“That’s what I am here for.”

In the bathroom, I prepared his enema. Apprehension sketched itself across his face as he watched my every move. Ipoured warm water into the bag, attached the long tube to it, and carefully lubricated the tip.

“Is that…is that going inside me?” Bloom pointed toward the bag with a trembling finger.

“Yes.” My gaze softened at the way he shuffled back. “But I promise you, I won’t let it hurt you.”

“Okay.” His voice was barely a whisper, but it was full of trust. The kind of trust that made my heart ache never to let him down.

I plied him with kisses to get him relaxed, then as gently as possible inserted the nozzle into him and released the water slowly. To keep his mind off what was happening, I maintained eye contact, offering reassuring smiles and gentle touches on his knee.

When we finished, he shuddered, visibly relieved it was over. “That wasn’t too bad. Now you can fuck me.”

I chuckled. “Not yet, but we can do stuff that leads up to it.”

“How long will we have to wait?”

“At least thirty minutes.”

His eyes bugged wide. “Are you playing with me? I don’t recall any of my brothers doing this.”

“This is something intimate most people don’t talk about.”

“But what are we going to do for thirty minutes?”

I turned the shower on and checked the temperature. “You tell me when we’re done if the wait was worth it.”

I stripped off my pants and stepped under the spray. Bloom came in after me. I adjusted the waterfall head to cascade warm water over our bodies, the steam lightly fogging up the clear glass of the shower cabin.

“How’s your thigh?”

“Barely hurts.”

“If it still does, I can give you something for it.”

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